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Souls in eyes (born into)

rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
edited December 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I could be you
you're not kidding me
Starving ragged raging
poor as can be

Born into dirt
and of dirt brought up
lead seepage fills up
mostly empty cup

I feel you can't see me
I need to believe
just send in five dollars
should satisfy me

Comfort, there is none
no strength do I bare
wrong side of this world
How'd you get over there?
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Comments

  • humpzjameshumpzjames Posts: 50
    wow, i really liked that
  • acrossssSsssshitttacrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    Half Full wrote:
    I could be you
    you're not kidding me
    Starving ragged raging
    poor as can be

    Born into dirt
    and of dirt brought up
    lead seepage fills up
    mostly empty cup

    I feel you can't see me
    I need to believe
    just send in five dollars
    should satisfy me

    Comfort, there is none
    no strength do I bare
    wrong side of this world
    How'd you get over there?

    we tend... to end ...

    up... on the wrong side of the world... never no comfort... no kidding

    but your writing ...

    it brings what's apart, closer
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    damn
    sounds like an excellent song . . .
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • The Porch is full of overweight jobless geeksThe Porch is full of overweight jobless geeks Posts: 64
    grande :thumbup:
  • tremorstremors Posts: 8,051
    enigmatic, troubling, poetic. I like it!!
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

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